Silver: “Now we have our answer,” Gwyddion smiled. “Are you satisfied, Terah?” Terah couldn't meet his gaze. His face was still pressed to the floor and I kind of felt bad for him. However, it was his fault. I would have never known that about him if he hadn't been so aggressive. “Why didn't you answer me before?” I asked Alpha Damon out loud. “You’ll soon be Luna. You have to start solving problems. Take this as training. Figure it out,” his voice rang in my head. I sighed in indignation as I suppressed the urge to push him over once again. “Since he won't say anything, I think we should really tell someone.” Gwyddion urged. “Who?” I asked sharply, pouring my anger at Damon on him. He didn't seem to mind. “Rogu.” “What?” I asked and even Terah looked up at him. Gwyddion nodded. “Yes. He is the next in line since the Alpha has no heir and therefore, he has all the power to protect our lie. Like I said before, I'm sure of Rogu’s innocence because all the odds are pointing at

Silver: “How do you feel?” Gwyddion asked me. The physician had gone out to announce to specific people that I was now conscious and fortunately, Gwyddion returned alone to check up on me. “Good,” I said, not really sure how to respond to how I was feeling after having been told I was in a coma for a whole week. “We were all worried,” he said, touching my hair. I flinched a little and he noticed and removed his hand. I wasn't particularly against anyone touching my hair, but no one ever touched my hair so it felt weird. “What happened to me?” I asked, needing to confirm what the physician had said. “Where was I found? How did I fall into this coma?” He sighed and took a seat next to me with a crestfallen look on his face. I wondered why he looked like he was responsible for my accident. I hoped not. “Right before the Alpha’s men came to see his body, I was instructed by the Moon Goddess to take you to another room. You protested, but I forced you there anyway. Now I wish I didn'

Silver: Alpha Damon was breathing fast and looking down at me with an expression that told me he wished he could take his worst back. I looked back at him, unsure of what to do or how to react. After a few moments, he sat back down and faced me. “You just can't leave now,” he said. “There is so much to do. We're this close to finding out who wants me dead and considering the fact you were hurt as well, you've become their next target. I promise to protect you no matter the cost, but you can't leave now.” I turned away. What did I even expect? Of course, he would choose his Kingdom over my sanity. “No one has told you this, but we have a suspect.” That piqued my interest. “Who?” I asked. “Gerald.” I gasped. Sure he was wily enough, but was he that wily? “How did you find out?” “We don't have enough proof yet, but there are certain things he has said each time he comes to see my body.” “Why does he come often to see the body? Is he not convinced you're dead?” I asked and he

Alpha Damon: “Gerald?” I asked, my voice raised higher than I wanted it to, before clearing my throat.“Yes, my Lord," Terah said. I thought about it for a second but waved my hand. It didn't matter anyway. All Gerald would do was think about how wise my attempted murder was and probing into his mind any further would only increase his chances of finding me out. It had been a whole week of sitting beside him and hearing his thoughts, yet he hadn't confessed to anything. Perhaps he had thought about killing me once but never had the guts to do so, or he was just one of those people who were fascinated by murder. Regardless, I was tired of giving him an audience and bothering to drink that vile drink to play dead for him, just to go nowhere in the case. “That doesn't change anything. Tell him the physician has prevented anyone from seeing my body.” Terah still hesitated and that made me curious. Normally, my guard was always on his heels, ready to do whatever I asked without asking m

Tiffanie: Dear Diary,It’s been four months and six days since Silver disappeared from our lives without a trace and I think I’m about to lose it. They say time heals all wounds but not this one. The only thing time is doing for me is letting me know my sister might be somewhere, dead or alive. It’s absolutely horrible. I don’t do anything much these days except write in my diary and attend to Mom. I might be losing it, but I’m sure my mother has lost it. She is now a complete shadow of herself. She used to try to talk before, to look on the bright side and assure me my sister would soon be found, but now, all she does is lay in bed and talk to herself. I don’t know how to feel. I lost my father before I met him, my sister disappeared without a trace and now I am slowly losing my mom, even though she is physically with me. All I do these days is write in my diary, but it only helps for a little while. Nothing feels the same anymore. I can no longer go to school or perform in publ